Thank you Sir Alexander Fleming.

Eighty years ago I might have lost my cat, a child, or my sight. Now it's just inconveniently complicated enough that I'm going to have to write a spreadsheet to tick off when each person gets their medicine.

We'd put Moab in the vet's cattery because when we left he'd already been ill for a couple of weeks. We got him back with another six days of antibiotic; he's improving but had diarrhoea a day or two ago. Poor old Hazel, she was coughing and coughing and kept Sean awake last night; it turns out she has a lung infection so she has Gee's Linctus and Amoxycillin. Iris's eyes are now improving but three times a day they need swabbing with a solution of 1t baking soda, 1t salt, and half a cup of cooled boiled water and then she gets her Soframycin drops. I have the same eye regime as Iris, and some spray for athlete's foot. Sean seems to have got by with only the tinea so he'll be okay to go to work. The rest of us are not going out to help these bacteria divide and multiply. We are staying home, watching movies and playing with things we haven't had access to lately, like the computer.

Holiday snaps.

Me, Iris, and the pool before we got conjunctivitis.

Iris enjoying spaghetti and sunset despite being allergic to the antibiotic cream she was taking for her conjunctivitis.

Sean and Hazel on the glass-bottomed boat.

Hazel and a bird eyeing each other up at the rather good Kula Eco Park.